La Basura

The song sounds like the morning aftermath of a party - empty bottles, tangled wires, scattered thoughts, and that heavy feeling when guilt, tenderness, and laughter mix together. It's as if someone is honestly admitting their own imperfection, breaking into self-irony and pleas for salvation, but doing so in such a warm way that even the dirt seems like a soft backdrop for a living feeling.

It's about that fragile line where love and self-sabotage go hand in hand, where “I'm sorry” isn't a cliché, but the only way not to drown. The music doesn't judge - it covers you like a blanket, like a song against a backdrop of silence, when you don't know what to do next, but you still want to stay.